One of life's true delights:
There are no alarm clocks in my dreams
Granted, there are numerous instances of
And getting lost
Along with an unsettling number of man-eating cephalopods
Small price to pay for no alarm clocks
“Please don’t go. Please?”
I turn around and Lee is standing in his star-speckled onesie, nose running, eyes bloodshot. He’s standing in the living room, half-blinded by the...
A: I could use a new pair of shoes…look at these things.
B: Oh, I’ve got a guy for that. We’ll talk about it later, okay?
A: Yeah, yeah that’d be great.
B: Did you see the game...
A: Alright, come over here.
A: Right here, where I’m standing. Hurry up!
B: What are all of these machines?
A: Counting machines.
A: They’re counting machines. You see...
Based on an old Japanese folk tale:
There once was a young official who lived in a simple city house with his simple, kindhearted wife. He was an ambitious type, whose dreams were...
This is my (irreverent) adaptation of The Fox’s Wedding (Kitsune no Yomeiri) story. I imagine the "party animals", for lack of a better term, as very well-dressed people in animal...
I don’t remember how or when it started, but every night it’s the same.
It starts as the faintest glow, a murmur of the stunning terror that is doomed to haunt this night and every...
I normally don't include a preface like this, but in this case I think I have to. Writing a comedic piece about depression is a tricky thing, and the last thing I want to do is...
LAWYER (O.S.): And you’re sure this is what you want, Ms. Shaw?
INT. LAW OFFICE - DAY
LINDA SHAW, a well dressed woman in her thirties, sits across from a LAWYER’s desk. In...